
Any time that I can use music to answer a question, I’m going to do it…
Cookie?


Any time that I can use music to answer a question, I’m going to do it…
Cookie?


Without meaning to offend anyone, I’m simply being honest and forthright to the daily prompt question… the world has never wanted, nor accepted me as I am, and I spent far too many years trying to fit into the mold offered.
Why do you think I always talk about being in the desert, running away from the cities of men, as I often refer to them?
This isn’t to say that I don’t love people… I do, very much! That’s part of the problem… I’m just too much for most to deal with, truthfully.
Now that I travel safely tucked beneath the folds of Gods love and covering, I enter cities when needed. I no longer get lost or trampled anymore, as I once did. That being said, I still prefer the deserts, the shadows, the alleyways… where there is need!
You must understand that this attitude comes from being in the wilds for so much of my existence, and I fully accept that my opinion may be somewhat jaded.
It’s too bad that I couldn’t take all of what I currently know and have learned, and start out again at the age of about twenty-five. It’s as if the first fifty years of my existence was simply one nightmare after another and from where I sit now, I’ve nothing good to show for it!
No worries though, because I plan on finishing well!
We shall see… we shall see…
Here, have a cookie…


From the time I was a small girl, I felt out of place… like I didn’t fit into this world. It did not help being raised in a dysfunctional family, and then having the world ignore it. Add to that, the fact that my family were of a certain religious belief, that we didn’t celebrate a single secular holiday… not one! I got teases, picked on, beat up and ostracized by everyone that I encountered in public, yay me!
That being said, the daily prompt question brought about a different thought for me, and I will share…
Look at the life of Jesus. Can you imagine being born into a world where everyone around you knew that your mom got pregnant, but not by her soon to be hubby. I know that there were a good many years of difference in the way society functions, but I am sure that gossip was still gossip no matter how far back we want to go.
Jesus was not only born with this little blip on his moms record, but then he arrived into our world in a barn. The babe could not even crawl yet and there was a king already trying to kill him… just for being born. The God of ages stepped down from glory to change the world, and they wanted to kill him.
Jesus walked his entire life with folks wanting to discredit him, make him look a fool, and finally just kill him to make Him go away. And yet He saved the world, walking a life of perfection and love!
If Jesus could walk his whole life in the skin he was born with, for a purpose not his own, then I too can walk my life in this skin I was born wearing. Besides, with Jesus always walking with me… my skin feels pretty good!
That is the purpose of The Lobby… a place for anyone to visit and never feel out of place. I may not have a full understanding of what Christ went through in his life, but I know enough about feeling like the odd man out all the time. God is always in my lobby and no one will ever feel out of place when they are in His presence…
Have a cookie…

Don’t judge the strange treat… have you ever tried to find a picture of a cookie with a SKIN theme? This little piggie was as close as I could get.